The bus rolled past farms and small villages. The newly discharged soldier stared out the window, seeing little, but remembering all too much of the past. His father had been a heavy drinker, although a good provider for the family. Because his dad was either working or drinking, the family had devolved to just his mother and her three children.
One night Derek had come home late from a college event. He had heard a strange sound as he was preparing for bed and had traced it to his parent's bedroom. After he had eased open the door and had stepped into the room, he had seen his mother sprawled naked on the bed. One hand was pressed between her legs, and the other was feeling and pinching her big tits.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he said and began to back out the door.
"No, Derek honey, stay here, baby. Don't leave me," his mother cried out.
"But, mom..." he mumbled, unable to pull his eyes off her naked flesh. Her pale skin, covered by a film of sweat, glowed in the dim light. He could smell the pungent, sexy aroma of his mother's efforts.
"Please, baby... you need... to help me," she begged, barely able to speak in her frustration. "I can't come... I'm so close, but I can't... make it all the way... Stay here... help me, please baby."
"Where's dad?" Derek asked. "Why can't he help you?"
"That bum is drunk on his ass again in his den!" she cried out in anger. "Now forget him and get over here, baby, and help your mother."
Fascinated, Derek moved closer. He felt his dick swelling inside his pajamas and reached down to touch it. "God, mom, you are so sexy," he murmured as his eyes took in his mother's lush, sexy body.
"Drop those bottoms and let me see your dick," his mom gasped. Derek let the pajamas drop to the floor, and his hard dick sprang free pointing to the ceiling. "Come closer, baby; that's right. Now start stroking yourself... Yeah... Yeah... Oh, yes; that feels so good, doesn't it, baby." It did feel great, and his cock was enormously hard from looking down on his mother's sexy hips and curvy legs. She had trimmed back her pussy hair, and he could see her pink inner lips protruding wetly between her outer lips where her fingers dipped inside.
"Mom, this is so bad," Derek moaned, complaining of the forbidden lust, but it felt so good, he thought. He looked at his mother driving her fingers up and down her slit, her hand slick from her secretions. She was pinching and pulling on her nipples, pulling her breasts into pale, satin cones on her chest.
"Oh, yeah... Oh yeah... Ohhhh... Ooooo... yes... yesss!" his mother gasped as she moved her fingers faster and faster. Derek was wanking himself faster as he copied his mother's rhythm. "OH LORD! AH YES... AT LAST... YESSS!" his mother groaned as she writhed on the bed; her long-delayed orgasm finally pulsed through her body. She did not even breathe for about thirty seconds, but finally let out a long, loud exhale, allowing her hands to fall limply to the bed, finally allowed to rest from the strenuous effort.
Derek's own moment was upon him. He squirted a long stream of cum that splattered across his mother's boobs. He pumped out more and more of his hot jizm and watched it splash onto his mother's naked body. His mother groaned as she felt the warm, milky goo rain down onto her. Derek glanced down at his mother's naked cum-splattered body, watching his semen drip down her tits. After he squeezed the last drops out onto his mother, he turned silently away, put his pajama bottoms back on, and left the room. He could barely get to sleep that night; his mind was filled with mixed thoughts of shame and lust.
That night had been the first of many midnight dates with his mother. They never touched, but masturbated together, stimulating each other to deep pleasure. It was strangely exciting, but never enough for Derek; someone else was always in his thoughts.
A few months later his drunken father killed himself and his wife when their car slid off a rainy road and slammed into a tree. Derek's two young sisters went to live with relatives. He dropped out of college and joined the Army.
Derek got off the bus and placed his duffle bag into a locker in the bus station. He went into the rest room, freshened himself up, and decided he didn't need a shave. He looked at himself in the mirror. Three years in the Army had done a lot to fill him out, broaden his shoulders, and give him confidence. His uncle's machine shop was several blocks away, so he decided to walk and enjoy the sunshine.
Derek peered through a window of the machine shop to see who was there. He saw his uncle's clerk, Hilda, busily working at her desk. Soon Uncle Joe came out of his office to speak to her. Derek opened the door and entered the office.
His uncle looked up. "Derek!" he shouted. "Welcome home!" He walked over to his nephew and shook his hand. Over his shoulder, Hilda was smiling broadly.
"Good to be back," Derek returned. "How are my sisters?"
"Fine," Joe answered. "Both are in college, you know. Laura just started two months ago, and Ashley is in her second year." A flicker of a frown passed over his face. "If you wrote more often and sent us your address, we could have let you know more of the family happenings." "I wanted to, but... I... uh..."
"I understand," Joe said. "Don't worry about it. Everyone is fine." He put his big, strong hands on his nephew's broad shoulders. "It looks like you grew up a lot. What are your plans now?"
"I want to finish my education," Derek answered with sincerity. "I'm going back to college, and I won't leave until I get my degree."
"Why don't you come and stay with us; you can be with your sisters. Stay as long as you like. You will be very welcome," Joe offered.
Derek had mixed feelings about accepting the offer, but it would be both impolite and awkward to refuse. "Well, ok, until I get on my feet again. I don't want to be a bother." All the reasons why he had suddenly enlisted in the Army, in spite of being a top student in college, flashed through his brain.
"Nephew, you will never be a bother to me," Uncle Joe said.
Derek sat for a while and talked to Hilda. Then he rose and walked through the machine shop, enjoying the sight of the precision work being done. The smell of oil and cutting fluid was like perfume. A few workers who knew him greeted him and exchanged a few words. By the time he got back to the office, his uncle had taken care of a few tasks and was ready to leave early for the day. On the way home, they picked up Derek's bag at the depot.
Uncle Joe had called home, alerting everyone that Derek was coming.